"Go. Gather every superhero on Earth—the stronger, the better. If they can provide us with some delicious appetizers before the meal, then when the time comes to destroy this world, in the name of the Plague Knight, I will grant humanity a swift end."
With that, Russell pointed at Parker on the ground. "Don't bring out the little bug to embarrass yourselves. He isn't qualified to die at the hands of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
After saying that, Russell flung Talos aside. His black cloak billowed as a column of smoke shot into the sky, leaving behind only a faintly disdainful remark.
"Darkness will guide you. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are there..."
The darkness dispersed, but the sky remained shrouded in storm clouds. Heavy clouds blanketed the heavens, and the carnival, which should have been filled with music and celebration all night, was now utterly silent.
Talos rose while clutching his neck, a bitter smile on his face after narrowly escaping death. He picked up his communicator and rasped, "Fury, did you hear all that?"
"I heard it."
Nick Fury's voice from the other end was equally hoarse, as if he had swallowed burning charcoal. Every word seemed exceptionally difficult to utter.
"What should we do?"
"Call the Avengers!"
Berlin, Germany. The Avengers who had rushed over after receiving the news wore worried expressions. Looking at the reports in their hands, they could only sigh and shake their heads.
They had thought that after defeating the cosmic overlord, the world would enjoy peace for a long time. Yet only eight months had passed, and an invasion from a parallel universe had appeared.
Well, the current world was indeed peaceful. The crisis came from another world.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!
The report contained very